A bad influence

LtoR: The Bad Influence and the Zombie enjoy some brotherly bonding

I knew it. My younger brother Tim is a bad influence. He arrived at Pochentong Airport at 7.30pm last night amidst a downpour with lightning silhouetting the airport buildings. The tuk-tuk broke down twice on the way back into town. By 10pm we'd showered, changed and eaten and were hitting a few bars. I eventually crawled into my bed at 4am this morning the worst for wear and was up again and at my desk by 8am. At this pace, there's no way I will be able to last the next three weeks. I still have my skin infection around my eyes so I already look like death warmed-up! Now I look like someone from The Night of the Living Dead - though I've never seen the film. We're off tomorrow morning, early doors, on the coach to Kep, where we'll stay a couple of nights before moving onto Kampot and Sihanoukville. I see the Sorya bus prices have gone up as it's a holiday - well technically it's not, but any excuse to screw a few more dollars out of the barangs! I'm not convinced I'll have any time to blog over the next week, so be prepared for a big reduction in normal service, which will be resumed after the weekend of 15th/16th. However, I will blog if I get the opportunity. Honest. That's if I'm not fast asleep.